"Walking in circles wondering why you optimize me
Wrecking my brain forcing it to criticize me
To understand the latter in which you see me
But thou are which I aren’t
And how in which I aren’t
Is lost amongst my arch
And caught up in your torch
The matter which I force
Down my throat through blood and infest
Combusting the totality of reality in my breast
And strangling to the core
Exponentially I want to be sore
I want the more
Of you that all can offer
Of you and all that’s proper
To satisfy desire
One must burn alongside fire"
This is what North Central Park does to me






"Internally, malfunctioning
Desires, through flesh functioning
Technologically speaking
Metaphorically preaching
Metamorphosis and still
Head lost and ultimate thrill
Decently alive, inwardly the kill
Breaks through your bone
Igniting a feeling of over thrown
You can’t help what you want
You can’t deny the inner haunt
Selfishly wanted through helpless subconscious
Actions so conscientious
To gain what we desire
Stand above the empire
Breathtakingly beautiful
The particles that make you full
Lay together wanting that which you do not control
It’s not your fault, it comes natural
Stay in sanity and grasp it
Or fall instantly and flask it
The choice is yours
Live up to your horrors"
Me
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I can’t seem to write anything past that.






"You said I’ll soon get bored
You said I’ll drift in time
If I could just forget the stored
I’ll soon focus my mind
On a different form of rhyme
You said it’s just a matter of time
So tell me when I’ve been bored
Forgotten all the stored
Take my rhymes and rhythms
Into contemplation with intrigue
Take my fit of sarcasms
Out the door when you leave
Your guesses are as good as mine
He could be gone he could be close
He could be yours he could be mine
He could be less he could be most
He could be written he could be to told
He could be lively he could be ghost
You said this will soon all get old
The way he moves could cause my pass
You said with patience through the glass
I’ll find the time to never ask
But no patience was granted at birth
So here under prevalence and flask
I stand still. Searching for the worth"
Myself
fuckyeahtattoos: The top is my mom’s handwriting and the bottom is my dad’s.“Home” to me isn’t a physical place at all, it’s the comfort and calmness I feel when I’m with my parents. Now wherever I go, I always have a piece of that with me. Done by Chris at Think Ink in Valpo, IN
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I wish I could be as beautiful

It sucks knowing you messed up something you wanted.


Well boo-fucking-hoo. Let’s not act like we didn’t know this was gonna happen. Yet again attraction is all that suffices. Story of my life. Apparently guys only think i’m attractive but nothing beyond that. I guess I just don’t have a dazzling personality? Whatever. I’m just happy we ended up not going through with what was going to happen that last night. Thank god. Dodged a bullet there. Because now everything is nothing but pointless acts in time that essentially acquired no meaning. And why am I here writing this as if anyone cares about MY life? Idk. But, maybe I should stop getting involved with people. I’m starting to think that I subconsciously give off a vibe that screams “THERE’S NO WAY A RELATIONSHIP WOULD WORK HERE THINK OTHERWISE I’M NOT THE ONE FOR YOU” and maybe it’s just because I secretly am a trader to all things concerning a relationship. Maybe internally, deep down under everything, I don’t want one. Because I don’t want to be the person I was. I don’t want to give into every word and succumb to faults that aren’t even my own. And what better way to live than single? There is no one here to throw my imperfections in my face. But everyone gets lonely right? Everyone wants company? Everyone wants excitement? And no one wants excitement more than I do. Because i’m bored of most things I’m given. And bla bla he doesn’t want to anymore bla. Wah wah I’m so bummed wah. Sarcasm. I’ll be over it tomorrow. Actually I probably won’t be that’s just me being hopeful. I know when I see him I’m going to want to scream. As I always do. So remind me now, what good came of this situation?







"I could nearly fall as my mind glitches your face
And the ruse in my ache craves your taste
Befallen my goodness, befallen my grace
What I have not
Is formed words that should be spoken
Heaven keep that which we got
I have yet to weigh the token
You are everything, all in all, that I am not"






"Alas your eyes they show
The pondered answers I didn’t know
Alas your mannerisms display
The words, I’ve searched, that you didn’t say
And at last I’m starting to see it clear
But through weakness I still want you here
And with admittance displayed to you my dear
I must confess it’s quite unclear
Circumstances traced and moves replayed
I can’t quite track what was delayed
But you can go on and find your place
I’ll carry on and find distraction to replace
Left in wonder, left intone
Left in confusion, left alone
My mistake was wanting you as my own"



lmao love herrrr